Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.